Morrigan Aensland, was not what most humans would call, a good person. She either drove men insane with love, sapped their life from their body or simply ruining relationships. But as a succubus it was her job. She had beautiful green hair, luscious curves and uh... assets.
She would cause social dismay and not bat an eye. She would beat the snot out of any who got in her way and laugh about it. But she drew the line at what she saw across the street.
See, succubus, no matter how much they embraced their heritage, knew full well that children were absolutely, and with no exception, off limits. Any being who would harm an innocent child was lower than dirt in the eyes of a succubus. This is because, being creatures who pretty much run on love, every succubus naturally has immensely high maternal instincts.
As Morrigan had been ignoring her duties as head of the Mansion she had decided to take a long walk. As she had been walking through a VERY boring neighborhood, she had heard the sound of weeping. A broken, sad weeping of a young voice. Following the sound she found herself at Number Four of whatever street she was on. And curled up in a small ball by some tossed over garbage bins, was a tiny child.
She blinked in confusion. Where on Earth where this child's parents?
Flying a few feet in the air, she flew as silently as she could over the child, examining him. He had long, shaggy black hair and... she softly gasped. He was covered in wounds. Bruises, cuts and... an awkwardly bent leg. He also had multiple bleeding wounds on his head! She instantly flew down and was holding him in her arms like a baby.
The little boy seemed completely and utterly broken. He had no response to being picked up. All he could do was stay curled in a ball, praying not to be hurt.
A window could be heard opening and a very angry, harsh voice yelled, "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT CRYING FREAK?!" and instantly the child pulled in tighter crying harder.
"Is he the one who did this?" she asked nodded absently, still oblivious to what was scowled, cradling the child in one arm, she punched the door was heard coming from down the hallway.
"BOY! IF YOU RUINED OUR DOOR, SO HELP ME I WILL-" He froze when he saw Morrigan's angered face. Vernon Dursley was very surprised to see that a very attractive young woman holding the freak. Vernon began to sweat before raising a meaty finger. "Y-you get out of my h-house. Now!"
Morrigan smirked as she approached the obese man. "Oh, but I have such fun activities planned for you. I think I'll stay just a little longer..."
Vernon, unaware he was falling under the succubus' charms, was unable to speak. Morrigan sauntered over to him, leaning in close before planting a long kiss right on his cheek (no way was she kissing his lips) Vernon felt himself get light headed before he slowly got paler and duller, collapsing with a shocked expression, dead.
Morrigan stuck out her tongue and brushed it off with an utterly appalled look on her face. She was having a hard time believing she had put her lips on such a wretched human being...
But now the little boys tormentor was dead. No more pain for this one. She sat down in a chair and turned the boy to face her.
"Are you ok sweetheart?"
Harry was finally becoming aware of his surroundings, and he looked around in confusion. Wasn't he outside mere moments before? Harry looked up seeing one of prettiest things ever. It was a kind, pretty lady's face. She looked... nice. And...her arms were wrapped around him...And she was...hugging him...And it was so soft and warm and cozy...It was amazing... Harry, not having much practice speaking, barely mumbled out, "Are... y-you a-an angel?" He was looking at Morrigan with such wide, innocent, adorable eyes, gazing adoringly at the first person to ever show him kindness. It was a sight that would make the devil himself let out a soft "awwww".
"No sweetheart... No angel. What's your name?" she asked
"F-freak..."
Morrigan frowned and shook her head. " No, no. That's no good at all. We can't be calling you freak. That's not your REAL name, is it?" Harry looked down. "...Tell me your real name, dear. Go on."
"H-Harry..." Harry admitted softly.
Morrigan grinned. "Good! That's a gorgeous name."
Harry giggled softly. "T-tha-Thank you..." Morrigan pulled him closer and kissed his head, pulling away the magic that would've harmed him.
"How about we take you away from this awful place?" she asked nodded, getting dizzy from blood loss. Morrigan reacted instantly scooped him up like a baby and flew out of the house."Hmm...Poor dear...He's losing blood..." She mused. "I'll have to get him checked quickly."Morrigan hissed, "But the humans here are not... welcoming of me. I'm sure the servants at the mansion can deal with this." and with that she flew off at high speeds, ready to help Harry.
Harry may have been extremely weak from the blood loss, but he could still feel the cold evening wind rush through his hair as the pretty woman flew him to safety. He'd always heard on the telly that mama's were always pretty, and protective. Was this his mama?
"M-mama?"
Morrigan's eyes widened as she looked down at the little boy, staring at him in utter bafflement."I...I'm sorry, could you repeat that, dear?"
"Are...Are you my...my mama?"
Morrigan grinned so widely, her face threatened to split. The poor dear thought she was his mom! She thought for a minute before replying by kissing his forehead.
"No sweetie. But I Could if you want me to be?"
Harry sniffled. Being so young and emotionally fragile, it was only natural he would imprint on the first person to show him kindness. And so, he snuggled closer into her bosom and enjoyed the warmth and love that exuded from her body. "Mama..." He whispered.
Finally, the Aensland Mansion appeared in sight. She landed gracefully, pushing open the door and immediately being bombarded by servants.
She hardly had time to gain her bearings, as her servants were now barraging her with an onslaught of questions and requests. Harry, frightened by the noise, pressed himself tighter against his new mother, whimpering in fear.
"Silence!" she yelled, the room quietting instantly. "This child requires medical attention. Immediately."
Instantly she was lead to a spare room while the maids were grabbing medicine and disnifectants. Harry was still shaking from the noise, curled into a tight ball in the succubus's arm. He hated loud noises...From his experience, they usually brought pain with them...But his mama would keep the pain away...right? "Harry dearest, mama's going to have these nice people help you. They're gonna make you feel all better ok?" Harry looked up and nodded, adoration in his eyes. He loved his mama...He had just met her, and he already loved her.
Setting Harry on the bed she realized he would suffer if remaining awake. So she kissed his head for a moment, sapping the last of his consciousness so he fell asleep. "Take care of him."
The healers nodded. "What will you do now, Lady Morrigan?" One of them asked.
"The little one will remain here with me. I expect his room done by tomorrow."
The healers nodded, "Of course m'lady." With that, morrigan sat on the bed next to the sleeping child.
"M'lady?" a servant asked.
"Well you don't expect me to leave him by himself now, do you?" Morrigan asked. "I plan to stay by his side while you do your thing. I AM his mother, after all. It's a mother's job to be there for her child, is it not?"
"O-of course."
"Lady Morrigan!"
Morrigan huffed, "What?"
"He's... healing at an unnatural pace." Morrigan blinked and looked to see her child's leg was already moving back into place, the blood was clotting, and the bruises were fading.
"Oh my. So he is."
"Do you think he's a... Darkstalker?" she asked.
"No ma'am, but his blood does have magical properties."
Morrigan grinned and leaned into the little boy's ear, "Mama's got a magic little baby." Harry smiled softly in his sleep, then subconsciously reached over and hugged her head. "Aw we got a hugger... Servants your services are not needed."
"Of course ma'am." one maid said, disappearing out the door. Meanwhile Morrigan pulled her head free, pulling Harry over her body and hugging him.
"...I never would have thought I would ever want to do something as...responsible as watching over a child...But he's so cuuuuuuute! It might be tough, but who cares? I've got all the money I need and he is attached to me."
As she said those words, the little one stirred. He was waking up! Morrigan smiled down at him, making absolute sure her smiling face would be the first thing he saw upon waking up.
Harry opened his eyes, feeling warm for once, and he saw the pretty lady from earlier! She was smiling at him and holding him in her arms. But why hadn't she just thrown him out?
"M-mama?"
Morrigan kissed his forehead, "Hi baby." Harry giggled softly at the kiss, an absolutely beautiful sound to the succubus. "So, I see your injuries are going away very quickly. How are you feeling? Better, right?"
"H-hurt a l-lit-little..."
'You poor thing... you barely know how to speak!' Morrigan laughed, picking him up. "That's good, it'll go away soon. Are you hungry?" she asked gently. Harry looked at her smiling face and immediately forgot his pain. He smiled softly and nodded, feeling he was free to express his feelings to the pretty woman holding him. "I'll have the chefs make you something mm kay hun?" Harry buried his face into her neck, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He couldn't help it...He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry so, SO bad...But she probably didn't want a freak to cry in front of her so he-
"Shh... let it out baby. It's ok" Instantly, tears erupted from his eyes, wetting her suit but Morrigan held firm, trying to comfort him with her actions.
"Why did they hate me?!" Harry sobbed. "Why am I a freak?! What did I do wrong? Why, mama?! Why?!"
"No no no... that won't do. You aren't a freak. You're a sweet little boy. Don't say that.." Harry continued to cry.
A-Are you g-gonna h-hurt me, momma?" The little boy cried. "Please don't hurt me..."
Morrigan, using a real kiss, kissed his head and pulled him tightly into her chest, "No! No i'd never do that!"
"D-do you... p-pro-Promise?" he struggled. Morrigan said yes over and over, pulling him closer and closer. Harry spent another hour and a half unbottling his pain into Morrigan's chest. When he was only sniffling, Morrigan pulled away.
"Are you feeling better baby?" Harry nodded, eyes red. Morrigan cuddled him closer. "Everything is going to be all right." She whispered soothingly. "Now calm yourself. Dinner is on its way."
"I-I can eat?" he asked.
"Yes you can dear. You'll be fine." she whispered. She placed him on her lap. "Is it almost ready?!" She called out to her servants.
"Y-Yes m'lady!" a voice called. Morrigan tsked, cuddling Harry more.
"Honestly, my cooks take absolutely ages to cook meals..."She mused. "Hmm...Do you want an apple?" She asked Harry.
"A-Apple?" he asked.
"It's good for you dear, come along." she said setting him on the floor, but Harry's legs were weak and he stood wobbily. "Hmm...I'll have to get you back into walking..." Morrigan mused, picking him back up. "I guess I'll just carry you myself until then."
Harry clapped his tiny hands together, "Yay!"
Morrigan giggled, Nuzzling his face, "Who's the cutest little guy?"
Harry blushed and looked down shyly, smiling softly. "Um...I...I dunno."
"It's you darling." she said tapping his nose.
Harry giggled, touching his nose where she tapped it. "I'm not... not cute. I CAN'T be that cute..." Little did he know, his reaction was making him look even cuter than before.
"Oooh I could just eat you up!" she playfully said, arriving in the kitchen to grab an apple. "Here you are darling. Try it."
Harry stared at the fruit for a few moments before accepting it. Looking up at the succubus timidly, he opened his mouth and bit into the red skin of the apple. He smiled. "Mmm...Juicy."
"Now there's a dear." she told him, carrying him into the living hall and sitting down, waiting for Harry to finish.
"Miss Aensland, the food is ready."
Morrigan smiled. "Oh good. Come along, child, and we'll get you fed some real food."
"B-but isn- Isn't that my w-weekly fill?"
Morrigan's mouth dropped open, "Weekly fill?"
"Yeah...That's what I get to eat every week...I..I'm lucky that apple was fresh...The ones Uncle Vernon gave me are usually rotten... Sometimes he gives me old bread instead..." Morrigan lifted up his shirt to see his ribs, very clearly visible.
"No... that won't do."
"Huh?"
Morrigan placed a finger over his ribs and clicked her tongue. "This is unacceptable." She said calmly. "I'll fatten you up by the end of the year, mark my words."
"I don't w-want to be fat..." he mumbled.
Morrigan grinned, "That's an expression dear." "I just mean we won't be able to see those ribs of yours anymore." She playfully poked him in the ribs. "I'm pretty sure I could make xylophone noises with them in your current state."
"xylophone?" he asked.
"I'll tell you later dear. Come on, let's get dinner." she told him.
"Yes mama!" Morrigan giggled and scooped him up, cradling him like a baby. Her child was going to be spoiled rotten...and she was entirely okay with this.